Becoming a Saint by Leisure Reading Chapter 345: Yu Qin watched…

"Ilisa Khan, it's over."

Mordan stepped out of the traveling luxury tent car and looked at the sky. The brilliance of the wild sun in the sky has dimmed, and the outline of the wild moon is quietly visible.

"Emperor, did something happen?" The high priest who tidied up his clothes followed him out of the tent, winking like silk.

"The eight Khan's Qi machines are connected, and the emperor sensed that the tower bone destroyed Iliza's Khan's banner!" Mordan sighed softly, "But two Mosi hours have passed , and no new day of deity will rise.”

"The tower bone, failed!"

"Self-destroying the big banner!" The spring on the face of the high priest receded instantly, she closed her eyes for a moment, and then opened her eyes, "Mantian has begun to withdraw the power of luck that fell on the Ilisa Khan."

"Mantian..." Mordan raised his head and glanced at the sky, as if he wanted to say something, but he didn't say anything in the end, but his face was a little lonely.

Humans often laugh at barbarians for their chaotic etiquette and rebelliousness, but in fact all tribes in Mantian have corresponding regulations. The Hou, Wang, and Khan tribes, including the highest-ranking Tian tribe, Mantian will give corresponding Mantian luck in accordance with the regulations.

With this kind of luck, you can breed powerful warriors, brilliant priests, and also cultivate the indispensable resources for the development of barbarians.

However, luck is limited. For example, no matter how it changes, there are only eight Khans under Mantian.

That's why even if some tribes produce wild gods, if there is no vacancy in the Khan tribe, they still cannot be promoted. And there is only one way to create a shortage in the Khan Ministry, and that is to destroy the big banner of the Khan Ministry.

The big banner is the proof that Mantian recognizes the tribe.

But precisely because of this, the big banners of each Khan are protected with the utmost care. The location and method of hiding are the absolute secrets of each Khan, and may even be linked to the lives of one or more people. In this case, it would be more convenient to slaughter the entire Khan Ministry if you want to destroy the big banner.

What's more, the eight Khan tribes are connected with each other, and under the auspices of the Golden Tent City, there was an agreement with the eight tribes. That is to say, there can be disputes among the Khans, but it is not allowed to target the big banners, otherwise they will attack them together.

As for the upward challenge of the king's tribe, that is the survival rule of the barbarians. It's just that in the past thousand years, only one king's tribe successfully challenged the Khan tribe, took away the opponent's luck, and was promoted to the barbarian tribe.

So in Mantian, only when the tribe is almost extinct, will there be a situation of self-destruction, in order to win a chance for the tribe to fight for their lives. As for the tribes that have lost their big banners, even if they are not extinct, Mantian will no longer favor them. At this time, the title of the Ministry of Khan will disappear, and only by breaking it into pieces and becoming scattered tribes, large and small, will it be possible to regain the wild weather luck.

This is why there are so many small tribes on the grassland.

Mordan knew about Tower Bone's plan. The tower bone wanted to borrow the instant power of the Conferred God to reunite the big banner with the godhead. In fact, many seniors have done this before.

It's just that the tower bone failed!

Mordan narrowed his eyes slightly, he thought of the day when Tower Bone found him in person to participate in the Battle of Winter.

"Mordan, we are all Khans! But have you ever seen Khans without a god?"

"Human Emperor Lin's Northern Expedition destroyed three of the Eight Great Khans, and Human Emperor Wu went on the Northern Expedition and killed the remaining three tribes of barbarians, including two of you and me."

"Why do you stay in the Southern Territory and fight against the human race every year? Is it really because Emperor Lin drove him during the Northern Expedition?"

"I don't know how many tribes took refuge in Linhuang back then! It's just that there are no wild gods to speak for you!"

"My tower bone is going to take a gamble. I am a god! Will you help me?"

"I would like to become a blood brother with you. If it happens, the light of my **** sun will also shine on Mordan."

…

"What happened?" As the High Priest of Mordan, who arranged the isolation seal together with the High Priest Eliza, looked puzzled, "Although the Bone Emperor only brought 50,000 barbarians, it was the Khan's army." The elite, including more than a hundred barbarian kings. Coupled with the strength of the Bone Emperor himself and the self-destructive power of the rebirth, there is no reason why they can't take Taiping City!"

Mordan shook his head: He doesn't know either.

In fact, he knows more. He knows the existence of the holy soul of Taiping City, the call of the elephant in Taiping, and the track of the two gods prepared by the tower bone.

Nothing goes wrong, but it falls short.

Mo Erdan felt desolate in his heart.

A Khan tribe, for the sake of a human city, was folded in a battle of the level of the Battle of Winter.

Even if the tower bone can come back alive, it will not be able to keep the huge Ilisa Khan.

When the news spreads, the Ilisa Khan will become the fattest corpse on the grassland, attracting countless vultures.

Mordan knew that among the most powerful vultures were the Mordan Khans.

He admired the tower bone, and sincerely became a brother with the tower bone.

But in the face of Mantian and interests, emotions are not worth mentioning.

"The white wind blowing from the endless ice field has stopped, but the wind under the wild sky has just blown!"

Mo Erdan sighed softly: "Order, go back as fast as possible."

"The most delicious bite of meat should go into the stomach of my Mordan department!"

"Yes!"

…

The setting sun is like blood, but not as red as the earth.

The battle in Taiping City is over.

The residents of the city stepped out of the dilapidated city gate and began to clean the battlefield.

They didn't look at the corpses of those barbarians, they were the trophies of the comrades who came to help.

They scraped open the soil and searched inch by inch.

They are looking for the broken meat and broken bones that can still be left after opening Taiping.

The people of Taiping Academy can't die quietly in the world like this. Their last wish is to cast them into the Confucian bone palace, and then protect future generations.

The predecessors scattered their souls to save me, and I will be a heroic soul to protect future generations.

In the future, the battle will be agitated, and then enter the battlefield to slay the barbarian god.

"Here, it must be here!" Wang Xuance dug desperately, behind him was a long ravine. Suddenly, Wang Xuance paused, and the tears that he had finally suppressed burst out of his eyes in an instant.

He carefully took out his discovery from the soil, it was a piece of brown antler with blood on it.

"Senior Lu..." Wang Xuance burst into tears.

Accordingly, he should also be dead. At the last moment, it was Lu Nianfeng who rescued him from the battle.

Wang Xuance took off the clothes he didn't hurry, wrapped the antlers carefully, and rushed to the Confucian Bone Hall in the city.

…

When Chen Luo passed by the Confucian Bone Hall, he heard the sound of a piano coming from inside.

Walking into the Confucian Bone Hall, the two sat facing each other, one played the piano, and the other listened with eyes closed.

The sound of the piano is deep, but the tune that pops up is magnificent and vast, as if the human race has thousands of miles of rivers and mountains in sight. The melodious tunes spread in the Confucian bone hall. Chen Luo sat cross-legged and listened quietly.

Finally, with the last pluck, a drop of tears fell on the strings and turned into water droplets, and the sound of the piano trembled slightly, as if exhorting. The piano player held down the strings with both hands, and looked at the old man listening to the piano in front of him.

The corner of the old man's mouth is smiling, but he has been dead for a long time.

"Layman, my condolences!" Chen Luo said softly.

The player who played the qin was none other than Wu Yihang, the great Confucian Hanqin layman of Baizhan Hall who came to Taiping City from Wanren Mountain. Wu Tianjia, the great Confucian scholar guarding the Confucian Bone Hall who awakened thousands of heroic souls and entered the battle.

In front of Wu Tianjia, there are still four blood poems.

The grandeur is still too empty, but the loyalty shines through the ages.

I did not serve the country in this life, but I kept it as a loyal soul.

"I was originally a runaway barbarian slave!" Wu Yihang said softly, "I have been taught by my teacher, and I am like a teacher like a father."

"The teacher has never stepped out of the Confucian bone hall since he became a great Confucianist. He loves to listen to my piano sound most, and he said that my piano sound can reflect mountains and rivers."

"The mountains and rivers are safe and the heroic soul rests in peace. He will feel at ease."

Chen Luo listened quietly.

When Wu Yihang arrived in Taiping City, the war had come to an end. The great Confucian descended from the sky and smashed a barbarian king to death with the guqin in his hand.

"Master Wuli has already broken the sealing formation, Wanren Mountain will come soon." Chen Luo replied.

Wu Yihang nodded: "Marquis Wu, I'm going to transform my family, country, and world. Please help me tell the military minister. Wu Yihang, I'm back in Taiping City."

"I will guard this Confucian Bone Hall."

Speaking, he looked down at the guqin in his hand and shook his head slightly.

"The mentor has passed away, who will see the mountains and rivers in the piano?

"This piano, stop playing!"

As he spoke, the strings of the qin broke and the body of the qin broke. He got up slowly and walked towards Wu Tianjia. Every time he took a step forward, Wu Tianjia's figure became illusory. It rose and merged into the Confucian bone hall.

Wu Yihang bowed to the void, sat in the same position where Wu Tianjia disappeared, and slowly closed his eyes.

Chen Luo stood up, bowed deeply to Wu Yihang, who was already in meditation, and turned to leave.

Not long after Chen Luo left, Wang Xuance walked into the Confucian bone hall.

Wang Xuance first saw Wu Yihang who was in meditation, he was silent for a moment, respectfully saluted, then walked to a large cauldron in the middle of the Confucian bone hall, took out the antlers in his hand, and slowly put them into the cauldron.

He looked around the Confucian Bone Hall, and said softly: "College Zhang, Wu Daru, Su Daru, Pingping, An'an, gentlemen and classmates, Taiping City, are still there!"

"Take a good night's sleep."

"The students of Taiping City who have studied abroad will come back, and Taiping City will not collapse."

"Forgive me, Wang Xuance, for not staying here. Today I will leave the sky and enter the barbarian sky."

"Wait for me to come back."

"People, or souls!"

…

In Taiping City.

Eastern Cang warriors can be seen everywhere in groups of three or five, avoiding the sad residents of Taiping City, trying not to show their inner excitement, but talking to each other very seriously.

"Brother Li, how is the harvest?"

"That's right, I got more than fifty drops of stubborn blood. Brother Huang, how about you?"

"Hey, I followed behind to pick up the leak, and took a small bottle of the blood of the savage general. How can I beat this blood-raising illusion!"

"Don't worry about it. Take the blood essence to exchange it with the shark net or hand it over to the Lunjian Pavilion, which is more than the blood essence in my hand before."

"It's not worth mentioning, have you heard? Adamo, Ren Ji, Su Qianqian, Song Wuji, and Qin Yu, who recently appeared in the front, joined forces and killed a handsome man!"

"Hey, I heard that. We don't understand the world of geniuses! But now it is estimated that many people will advance to the blood level, and it will be even more difficult to fight in Jiange!"

"Yeah... Hurry up and digest the harvest."

"Yeah, yes!"

…

Jin Guagua looked at the black crowd in front of him and frowned slightly.

"Quack... (What kind of gift?)"

"Quack... (Are you looking down on me? Don't!)"

"Quack! (Those pills are for you!)"

A martial artist squeezed out and said with a smile: "Master Gua, you can't do this. We martial arts masters, we will repay our kindness."

"You saved us by donating pills on the battlefield. If we have gained something, we will naturally share half of it with you!"

"If you don't accept it, our thoughts will not be clear, and we will go crazy. Everyone said, isn't it?"

Everyone shouted: "Yes!"

"Accept it, accept it!" Everyone said, they put the prepared thank you gifts in front of Jin Guagua, turned and ran.

Jin Guagua frowned and sighed as he watched the densely packed harvest.

"Quack. (I just want to spend some money!)"

"Quack? (Why are the people I saved so lucky and gained so much?)"

"Quack... (This money, the more you spend...)"

…

At the same time, a familiar figure was listening to the narration of the two great scholars.

"What? The heroes of the long river of romance come out together, with soldiers and martial arts, and the Four Books are now in the world!"

"What? Ya Zi manifests, even if he is far away, he will be punished!"

"What? Three hundred righteous men went to death, and eight thousand Confucian scholars opened peace?"

"What? Break the big banner, call the holy soul, peace and prosperity!"

"What? The track of two gods? Master Hou's luck is like a waterfall?"

"What? The barbarian **** is dying, fleeing with a drop of blood?"

The figure trembled all over, and the writing brush in his hand was broken.

"What did the old man miss!"

"Yuyou heaven, why are you inferior to me!"

Looking at the sad and angry old man in front of him ~IndoMTL.com~, the fat man quickly comforted him: "Oh, Mr. Sima, you are so irritable..."

"Calm down!"

"Aren't we the same as you said?"

Sima Lie waited for the fat and thin scholars in front of him: "Hmph, can it be the same?"

"You don't understand!"

Sima Lie thought about it.

"Do you want to make up for a post-war incident?"

"Write Yu Qin Guanzhi again?"

"As for how future generations understand what I see, whether it is the whole process or only after the war, it is a matter of opinion."

"Well... this method works."

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